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L3 {24* ‘r E4 . - ‘W‘FV'W‘H' For a moment he felt so completely alone that he let go of every motive for actiai. TLe city and the overwneim- in; thought or its misery and sin and selfishness enraged him. "Let us eat. drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die!" he cried out, and nothing at that moment would have saved John Gor- don except the fact that what he had mentioned to his father and sister and Luella as his religious experience was the greatest fact so far in his career. As he stood still there at the foot or the sieve gradually his spirit grew calm- er. 'i'he consciousness of God in his life grow stronger. The purpose of his ambition cleared. And utter a little while he started on, knowing that his lite work would not be changed in its main intent by anything that had so tar happened. Only as he went on he also knew that he could not and would not he the same man and do the same things in some parts of his earthly vi- sion as it Luella Marsh had decided to .walh with him in the way. it was also quite clear to him that without being able to give a good reason for it he .was not closing the chapter with Luel- la yet. He certainly entertained the idea 0! her still coming into his life. it was not from his interview with her that he drew any such hope. But he knew that he did not yet consider her action as dual. or possibly it was his own action that was not final. ,1 a ‘Im '0' â€"vâ€"' â€"- 7 “1'11 30 and take tea at Hope House," he said to himself, and took the car. noting. by the time, that he would reach the house just as the little family of residents were in the habit of lit- ting down to their evening meal. I ij Al IL- “It oleanders ever had 'any fragrance in this part of the city, they must almost smell of beer and sewer gas,” he said to himself as he went on into the broad hall that opened on the court. He was 1)} no means a stranger to Hope House. Since his return from abroad he had been a frequent visitor and had been welcomed with that in- ger welcome that springs from well known common purposes. Ho stopped it Va, éorner, and the night of 8 street name on a car going by de- cided his next movemept; Hop. House stood in tho midst of its desert of tenements and its corner sa- loons and vaudevillo halls 11k; _nn oasis -"â€"-â€" “â€"â€" of refuge and strength. Saloons to right and left and front and rear, with plleh of brick and wood and rubbish hang together in chaotic, tumbled heaps, with openings for human be inzs who streamed in and out of court and alley and doorway or sat in pallid, huddled masses on the stoops or curbâ€" ing formed the frame in which Hope House was set, unique and alone. John Gordon left the car one block from Hope House and walked down past five saloons in the block until he came to the arched entrance of the house. Going into the little court, he breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the familiar Oleander tube that stood against the outer wall of the court, and marveled at their ability to blossom with such freshness in such surround- “You are just in time!” called out a quiet but cheerful voice as John Gordon stepped into the doorway of the dining hall. “Miss Mannlng‘ is absent. You may take her seat by me." ins. “I count myself fortunate,” John Gor- don replied as he took the seat, re- turning the greetings of those at the table. . “We were talking about you,” sald the head of the house, with her quiet but earnest manner. “I’m sorry to lnterrupt the converse- tion." replied John Gordon. He looked around the circle ot.ear~ neat, friendly faces at the table. and his gaze included. an it had many times before. the room itself. with its high. dark waluscotlng. its tew but choice portraits. its plalu but attractive home~ likeness; but, as on evéry other occa- sion, his look finally came back to the race of the head of the house. for she was the genius of the place. Grace Andrews was in her thlrty- sixth year. At the time John Gordon first met her at Hope House she had been in charge of the settlement for twelve years. Twelve years of asso- ciation with desperate human prob- lems such as those that swarmed like the people themselves had left on her race marks of that human, dlvlne calmness that all great women bear who have loved the people. It Grace Andrews dld not impress stranger! or visitors as belnggreat In any. real sense, it was because the look of her face spoke of a quiet peace that Io "w 'wrvr.v. John OBI-{lei’dld not answer the queulon at once. He knew the com- plete freedom at the noelnl elmoephere at Hope Ron-e. especially at mal- Mum. and uudomood well that N. II- leuce would not be mlecouitruea he dlicourtesy. “Rather s personal question. Mr. Gordon.” ssid Ford. a student from iho university. who was s resident of normal monibs’ standing. "The quas- iion I asked Miss Andrews was this: What is Mr. Gordon going to do? Will be possibly can» in hero with as? " L many -people superficially assocme with meekness, but do not consldgr a; "No Interruption. we assure you. We are glad you mm In. for you are the only person who can answer a quel- uon Mr. Ford Just Inked.” PAGE TWO: who had less knowledge or her. It was with a deepening conscious- ness of what this woman was and or her wonderful life and Influence that lJohn Gordon came into her presence. i He had met her during his university ‘ career when some special studies had : taken him down to Hope House. And. i one of the first places he had visited on i his return from abroad had been the 'diniug room with its fellowship lite presided over by that central figure |that dominated the entire group. It was at that first meeting that he had frankly told her and the residents something of his religious experience and its bearing on his life work. It , was that frank confidence that had led ' up to the question by Ford. .mn rand!“ 90h] a ‘elemeht 61 power. The maiden Hope House upderstood all that, _-A-_.L..~I fl a WS VI- yVWw- â€"_- , Hope House understood all that, and the oldest residents understood It bet- ter than the youngest and had more unquestiougd werenco for the great- ‘ 7 34Aâ€"â€" than {hm My ----- 1â€""~* - “Well?” Miss Andrews finally said as John Gordon seemed ready to speak after looking at her so intently. Dur- ing his silence the conversation at the table had gone on in n quiet but nnto urai fashion. livery one in Hope House nlwnys gnve evory one else perfect freedom for his personality. and no one felt at nil disturbed when John Gordon did not reply at once to the student's query. They all paused in their talk when he spoke. "I've been thinking of it. I would count it an honor to be part of your family." He spoke to Miss Andrews. hut included all the table with a gee- ture. “l‘m still in tome doubt concern- ing my {nun-e. i am euro you are enough inure-ted in me to care to know that i have left my own home. I am Just at present without a per- manent place ornbode. Perhape you would be willing to take me in." He spoke somewhat lightly. but not without a certain eerioueneu that they 11.1. seemed to understand. Mm An- drews glanced at hlm quickly and said with a real tone of upmthy: "vuvv- â€"v_-_. “Thank you," he replied gratefully. “I would not come into the house. or course. except as one who would take the position of a learner. I have ev - thing to learn and nothing to contrl ute. You would have to teach me the simplest duties of a resident, Miss An- drews. I at least would be a very will- ing and obedient pupil." . .n. -L- _A u it.- .- - V... "We would 37 only khfe you a hearty welcome, ”1'. Gordon. but count our- uelvel fortunate to hive_}'0}l with us.” “I have no doubt of that,” she to- plied, with a smile. “But the people who act that way ate dangerously apt to be in a position to teach their teach- ers in time.” W‘V‘I shall never be able to teach the teacher in Hope House," said John Gordon earnestly. Miss Andrews_laughâ€" ed, and the faintest tinge of color ap- peared on her cheeks. “We are all learners here. Let him who has not learned something today hold on his hand. Not a hand in sight. Oh, we are all in the primary class! The people are the alphabet of God. And we have not yet learned the alphnbe ” ”vvd'_ , The talk gradually circled the table, .while John Gordon continued to tell Miss Andrews something in detail of the interview with his father and sin. ter. After the meal was over the resi- dents scattered to their work, but half a dozen with Miss Andrews and John Gordon lingered a few minutes in the library and living room. which opened out of the wide hall, next the old fash- ioned staircase which went up near the center of the room, for Hope House had formerly been an old tam- iiy mansion, and it stood now in its solitary refinement of interior in com- plete contrast to every building in the dismal district now ruled and ruined by the human ruins that pleaded day and night for rebuilding until the souls of the resident: grew weary with the burden, and God either grew daily farther away or close: by. in propei‘é tion as the workers in the settlement grew more and more to love the peo- ple or more and more to lose faith in their redemption. When John Gordon finally went away. he had prnctieniiy promised to become a permanent resident of Hope Home. Something o: John Gordon'n tnmiiy history was known to moot of the residents. and then was enough of I the romnntic and unit-uni in web I do- , cinion n his to stir the imnglnntion o! . the earnest young men and women . who hnd thrown in their lot with Hop. Home and what it stood for in tho city. I When John Gordon came out from the archway and turned Into the street. lt was after 0 o'clock. He walked along for half a dozen blocks. trylnc to resllae what NI We work would he la such I place. Whatever else lt would be. he knew lt would be a llte that would demand lnexorahly all the manhood possible. As he Itoppod and looked back down the street and re- allzed lts wretchedness. lts dlscomtart. lts squalor, lts moral filth. hls heart cried out tor strength. his soul felt compassion and anger and longing. and Ms love or the people, to his ln- tense satisfaction. grew in spite of what they were and because of what they were. “Studying life, eh?” said David Bar- ton as he put his arm within his friend’s and walked on. “But how does it happen that you"â€" “Having a week’s vacation. Harris told me I’d better go to Colorado. Been down here every night.” John Gordon walked on in deepening astonishment He was still standing there, absorbed in his thought of future possibilities, when a man put his hand on his shoul- der and said familiarly: “David!” cried John Gordon in as- tonishment “How do you happen to be here?” “John, do you want good company? I’m with you if you do." The maiden?“ 62 saw children rotting in those holes I could have died for them. But the martyr's stun is not in ms to die for them except by proxy. Let me tell you, John. you are going at the thing hack- hnnded. What do you want to go and live in Hope House for? Miss Andrews is doing splendid work, but even her eflorts don’t accomplish anything. Con- ditions are as had there now as they were twelve years ago. It’s good flesh and blood thrown to the lions while .the politicians and the gang look on and laugh at the human helplessness. Why. it is simply an outrage on civili- sation that a city like this lets a wom- an like Miss Andrews die by martyr- dom in that internal hell on earth and never gives her the financial and social support she ought to have. And the hounds that own the tenements and saloons and vaudeville property live in luxury and pose as leaders in society and allow conditions to be created that roll a stream of desperate human prob- lems over Miss Andrews that will kill her in a few years. Yes. kill herl“ “Come u‘p-to the rooms and let us have a talk," laid Barton, and John Gordon quietly agreed. They took a ear and after ridihz two miles left the car, walked two blocks and came out on Park Boulevard, where David Bar- ton, managing editor of the Daily News, had apartments. When they were seated. David Bab ton turned a sharp. nervous, but kind- ly face toward John Gordon. “Surprised to see me down in the region of Hope House? Great place. In't it? Worth more than a trip to the Rookies to go through the show.” “Do you mean to say you have never been down around Hope House be- fore?" “I’ve been there several times, my i “Do you know Mlle Andrews?" “Knew her before you were out of high school.” “You never told me.” “Why should i tell you everything at once?” “Several years in not at once." re plied John Gordon, with a smile. For answer the older man gravely said after a pause: “How old are you. John?" “Thirty." “And I’m forty. Tb pace la killing me. Harrie says I may last live yearn more. I doubt it. He is evidently an:- lous to keep me going the five years. Do I look bad?" He thrust his pale. nervous race for- ward, and John Gordon was almost shocked at his friend's manner. lie was so much moved that he rose and .went over and laid his hand on the other man’s arm. "David-you're not well. Why don’t you take Han-ls' advice and go out to Colorado. not for a week. but for a year?” “As bad as that?" David Barton said dryiy. “1 think I'm good for the live years. But tell me about your- self." A_‘__ "IU. “i've left home. and I'm going to an up residence in Hope House.” “No! What! Live there?" David Barton seemed to pay no at- tention to the fact of his triend‘s leav- ing home. A “-j- "'t‘ _v_ 7‘ "I've been there tonight and made definite arrangements with Miss An- drews. I must go there in order to fit myself for my work." "Your work '3" “Yes; for the people," replied John Gordon simply. “Pooh! The people!" David Barton suited contemptuously. “Who knows who the people are?" He stopped suddenly, and his whole man- ner changed. His sharp, abrupt. indir- hls face like magic. He rose and .walked through the room while John Gordon, who understood his moods quite well. llstened in astonishment. V kn] lawn 'I' “Haw " vâ€"' â€"__-7 “John. listen to me. I believe I know something of your plans and um- bitlons. You’re the only man I know who would do what you propose to do. I don’t have much faith in it. At the same time I believe in you. John. I spoke contemptuously or the people, but in my heart, John, I love the peo- ple. I am one of them. Tonight as I ---~- nhflrh-on mm“! ‘11 those hOICS I Dnvld Barton npoko with a nun. energy that made John Gordon shud- der. But when Barton had been nllcnt n moment he continued In I calmer tone to main 3 propooltlon to John Gor- don thnt John mu totally unprepnred for. “lnsteed or going into Hope Home Why don’t you come into the News? i can speak tor Harris that he will give you full swing on the rotor-m page or your own. You can have it all your own way. 1'" help you with special stories and pictures that will make the property owner! nround Riverside street squirm. Harris is savage with the mayor because of last year's cam- paign. He'll he glad to get even with the administration by showing up the rotten concern. I tell you. John. there's an earthquake going to rattle the city hall this winter. and Harris and the News will he one name for the.earth- quake. The old man is Just in the mood for pushing the reform business in the name of the people. He will agree to anything I say. The press is the only real power left in the city any- how. Think of what you can do for the people with the News back of you. We can make a special business of the slum holes and make it mighty inter- esting for some of the old moneyhazs of this God forsaken metropolis. Don't answer at once. At any rate. give me time to cough." David Barton sat down close by John Gordon and had a coughing spell that lasted a few minutes. John Gordon sl- lently watched him. steadily excited by the otter just made to him. Could he accept lt? Was It not one of those opportunities that men have come to them but once? What night he not do and made W fathom“. wholopugoof'u doves“ great. powerful. practically boom I "a, a”... wealthy paper were at his disposal I say“. thin The mterlal he could put before the Gordon. .1 public! The conditions he could ex- I that In unt: pole! The wrong: he could right! The ' me!“ u, ins and spoke again. “Well. will you come into the News? What do you say?" But John Gordon did not answer at once. Suddenly he had thought 0! Lu- ella Mar-h. it nhc would not mm him u n resident of Hope House, would the not be proud to be the wife of a writer on one of the most powerful dailies of the world? And the some object would be gained {or the people. But how about his declaration that he must know the people by direct knowl- edze gained by llvlug among them? Yet could he not do that in some way and still put this modern lever 02 ”10 press under the problem? , oh“... 0..., WV '0. CW unann- --â€" ' Be faced his friend with strong feel- ins The any had been full or events for him. but this cloning event aflected him In some ways deeper than all the “I’m not so sure. The oner is um u. possibilities. Still“â€" “Well, don‘t keep anything back." “The News itselfâ€"you know my ideas about it. The paper is full of sensation; it is unreliable; it is not jour- nalism that any thoughtful man re- spects.” “What difference does that make if you have your own page to do with it as you like?" " Barton spoke with apparent indiffer- ence concerning his friend's estimate of Journalism. as it be either acknowl- edged the truth of Gordon's statement or did not care to argue it. "Of course it makes a good deal or diflerence. Do you think Harris is sincere in his reform movements? Is he using the paper to help the people or is he simply taking up popular ‘ -â€"---â€"L "Of course it makes a good deal or dlflerence. Do you think Harris is sincere in his reform movements? Is he using the paper to help the people or is he simply taking up popular causes because he ls shrewd enough to see that it Is good policy for the News?” ‘Icflua Barton looked at John Gordon quip alcally. “Do you know Harris?" “I've seen him, but I don't know him.” “Neither do 1. He's put $2,000,000 into the News. and the paper has made at least halt that in the tlme it has been going. He‘s proud as Lucifer and has Lucifer’s ambition. He's willing to do anything except get into jail for the paper. and he'd probably do that it it would increase the circulation. But what diflcrencc does it make to you, John. so long as you have full swing in your own department?" III :Vun vnâ€" w-.._- ._,7, "I don‘t know that my work wlll really ho helped by going lnto print. To tell tho honest truth. I have no filth ln Barrio. and l have a contempt for hla Journallltlc methods. sow look here." - .1 AA .... W- __ ,, "Microbe. In (an Stun-x Home. to 'rnrollnu Public! Danger Bxplnlnod by Profonor noun: or the Universi- U!" "The mom: Woman In the World! Her Dally nouuuc! Over 3500.000 Worth of Gun: In Her um u the Court Ball!" uwu *- John Gordon picked up from the u- ble I copy or the News and beg-n rend- Ins some at up hgadllgon. AI ll‘â€"-‘A \rU‘II I "I'- "Tho Coot ot One Day". Sproo For Two Fourteenth 81m! Bloodl! nom- uod Account!" "Mn. Brown Calls Mrs. Jones a Liar! The: line a Scrappy Timo o! It In the Back Yard! The Nclchhon Take a Hand!" “Theological Bet-to at the University! Professors Do Not Agree on Flgutoa! One Teaches That Adam Never Ex- Isted!" :REtEEBn'eE'aifitne 'City Hall! A Full Expo'mre or Dr. Lumme‘s Ex- mvumces! Pout-emu Murphy 5." v “V“. Scores a Hit at Klavefinnu Schwartz! Turn on the Light!" “Thorougher Toy DOGS! An 1 pensive Luxury! Mrs. Near Has Choice Collection!" Gordon threw the WW do“ and I â€"Gamera for tale, cabinet Rite, Barton bathed cynically. . .. . “What’s the matter with m At any . Standard pattern; 0 plate-bode" rate, they keep buying It. Whoever and tripod. cénplete outfit Tor de- uce. “a Index or a Stank“: ligand ! velopins and “134‘:th - M91! at 809° 0'1“? T5“ 5"“ ”e ’“ this oflioo. or um 0 pm at 70 mat to ranch the We. do It through . the agedlplh thy the peoplenqe1 Think WWW“- "”413-3- - . : : ‘7;‘_'l:lvxe Newest F.1d! Society’a Craze For Egyptian Mummies! The Latest Developments!" - u I -Ivr “The Ellieâ€"at Woman In America! Her Diet, Dally Habits _e_t_c." uv-v‘ vv-----â€"-_- V“Ghastly Suicide,“ an Old Sailor! Purposcly Jumped Into a Vat of 80!]- ing Acid! Full Pat-69112581” . 7 ‘0--- "War! The Sultan Is Growing More Defiant!- Orders Ont Boapoms Fleet!” “The Sandal Cruel Boots and Shoe- : Back Number Soon! Pictures 0: Latest Styles!" Gordon threw the paper down. and Barton bathed cynically: "For your 8005-" The offer is mu of L” m "a, W. N! 6100““ “Yet. think of m" exclaimed John 0* M0" “'0 Gordon. "rum o: the stat! they ma ‘3’ 0““ ‘3’ ' that in nun-nth nnd exaggeration and mmw mama-u about matur- mum of no 9 poutbmflel i value. A column to To: Docs? kept at he “10“!“ a In a rich woman who spends enough ! An Ex- money hundred babies! It ll am that makes nmrcullts II All Harris wants out of II in to advertise the NW1 aux-cot It." v“-.. “moms-r um button uryny. "A; the some time you can be getting in your reform work through a paper that 13 read' by the very people you want to help." '1 For the first time David Barton neemed disturbed. The trunk criticism of his friend concerning the News in respect to it: printed matter had not moved him. But this last statement touched a tender upot. Barton's pale cheekl annhed. and he struck the table with his clinched tint. “Better not tell Karrie that! lie bu an idea that his paper run: the town. He thinks Ml editorials make public centimcnt." “But lt Is not read nor ncueveu m u: the very people who have It In thelr power to help the mic. -Davld. the best people in the city don't care for the Xews. They laugh at m editorial- and don't care for m lnnuence. It ml- ly has no Influence wlth them." “A -1: 13-4-- “â€".-â€"'. “He's wrong!" John Gordon npoko decidedly. "nu editorinil have no such power. The: are rated along with the rest at the paper. The (act in tho yel- low Journalism work! out its own de- struction inevitably. its any. are at» mdy numbered." "Our clrcuintion in increasing.” “All the bingo: fail when it comet." replied John Gordon briefly. and then they were both startled by 1 voice from the doorway of the room adjoining. "Beg pardon. Barton. [couldn't make you hear. though X knocked twice." Barton turned his head as a man cune into the room nnd exclaimed. "Mr. Hun-in!" at the some time sending a questioning flash to Gordon. “Wonder how much he heard ?" Han-ls walked up to the table and coolly helped hlmselt to a cigar from n llttlefihlnese pot and llghted It at the clgar Jet. “Mr. John Gordon. Mr. Bart-ls." said Barton, who had lolly recovered his usual lndlflerent attltude by thls tzlme. â€"Harrls ‘looked at Gordon and carelessly: A v--- -___V_ “I uncl'efitand you are going to ex- periment down in the slum: around Bowen street.” “I may live more. I don’t know about experimenting.” said John Gor- don coldly. lie was npldly beginning to have Miss Andrewn’ dlnllko of the word “slums" as be had already grown to have n hatred of the Idea of “exper- mnn'l". Iv -- n - .- nmx. walked $8736". chair It the other end of the table. and after I si- lence which neither Barton nor Gordon seemed Inclined to break ho mid. lem- inc | little forward and meshing with cut-em! emphasis: :'.“;‘,"n'” wm‘ glu- "any!“ \-n\.- â€"- -â€"'. ___ , “Mr. Gordon. i am proporod to who you I propooltion that l hopo you will at loo-t thoughtfully consider. Tho Nowo now hu o circulation of 700.000 copioo a day. Thot memo that practi- cally 3.000.000 poopio rood it. At looot innit tho population of tho city read my paper. it to specially two or tho worklnsmeu. tho poor and tho pooplo or the street and the shop. Tho boule- vard may not who tho Ncwo. Grout- Gordon. looking at the new-paper owner. thought he could detect jult a shadow ot reeentrnent under the ap- parent indiflerence. “But the alum takea it and reads. i'd rather have the alum under any time. The boulevard does not make anything but itself. but the alum makes conditions. Now. then. thin in my proposition: i will give you the entire control or a page of the Kewa to write up the eonditiona of the city where you expect to live or work. May 1 ant where? Hr. Barton has not informed me." ular appeal than from that place as n center. See here. Let me block out a programme for a page that will set this clty to thinking as It never thought V“! expect to live an a resident In Hope Home." “Good!" Harris exclnlmed with en eagerness that was nnm'stnknhle. "You couldn't do better. Min An- drews of course has made her work known everywhere. She hes been an occasional contrumtor to the News. 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